Chapter 5 of "The Cinderella Effect"
My first Mige/Ville fic.
Title: The Cinderella Effect
Author: Hook_Knife666
Pairing: Mige/Ville
Rating: R through NC-17
Summary: "You're too beautiful to be treated this way..." Warning: VERY. FUCKING. EXPLICIT. Don't read if you're tear-jerky. Based largely off the movie, "Aurore." Child abuse, Mental and Physical torture, dark themes. I don't know a lick of Finnish but the endearments, so whenever Finnish talk is being spoken it will be in "italics." Thoughts will be in bold, and Memories with start with the squiggly, (~).
"You're such a child."
Linde stuck his tongue out at Mige, happily blowing the bubbles up into the air. The little container was full of green apple-scented bubble soap and the little circle shaped wand was being repeatedly dipped into the soap so Linde could blow out bubbles.
Mige snorted and looked down at his camera, using his shirt to clean the lens.
Burton and Gas were lying back on the grass, dozing lightly.
After school was a nice and peaceful time. Ville smiled softly watching the bubbles dance around them. He was sitting on the soft grass, his knees pulled up to his chest. He'd been nervous, not knowing whether Alana woud let him stay after school for a while but she seemed all too pleased to let him stay.
Several bubbles floated over to him and he stared up at him. Slowly, he raised one hand, a thin finger brusing against the bubble. His light touch didn't pop the bubble, instead it was pushed higher into the air where Ville continued to watch it.
...Until it suddenly popped.
Emerald eyes widened.
~ They'd moved in like it was something so normal. Whatever they did to cover up the murders...it worked. Finland was none the wiser to the American murderers. Alana was upstairs in his parents bedrooms with baby Jesse. Ville was in his room with Keith.
"You're really pretty, Ville." The man grabbed the nine year old's chin, eyes tracing his face.
Ville nervously stared back at the man, his mouth slowly parting, "T-Thank You..." he didn't want to do or say anything to make the man upset. After all...this was the man who'd killed his parents.
"So...pretty..." He pulled Ville in closer, their lips brushing. He smirked as Ville jumped, "It's alright...just close your pretty eyes and pout your lips for daddy."
Ville pulled away roughly, eyes now apathetic. "My daddy is dead." He turned to leave the room.
He didn't make it out the door.
Ville felt something sharp and cold stab into hs thigh. He screamed loudly, falling onto the floor. He sobbed, curling into himself. He looked down into his side, almost gagging at the sight of the butterfly dagger embedded in his side. He wimpered, his fists curling.
"You couldn't just let yourself be fucked, hm?" Keith shook his head. He reached down, jerking the dagger out of the boy's side.
Ville gasped loudly at the pain, his eyes closing tightly. He felt himself being picked up and laid on the bed before he gave into the darkness.
When he woke up, his side was bandaged, a heart-shaped sticker over the bandages. Ville shivered and turned red when he realized he was naked except for the white bandages. He heard a deep chuckle and he looked up to see Keith, shirtless. "No...no, no," he whispered, eyes brimming with tears.
"Hush, sweetie, getting popped doesn't hurt as much when you don't struggle." Keith crawled over Ville, gently tugging at the soft brown curls. He kissed the soft mouth, sliding his tongue inside the small cavern.
Ville weakly tried to show the man off but he didn't have the strength. He felt his legs being raised high, his knees against hs shoulderblades. He jerked as a large finger traced his tiny pucker. He gasped.
Keith smirked, "You'll grow up to love getting ass-fucked." He unzipped himself and shoved down his jeans, jerking his hard cock. Precum was used to smear around the head and as the only form of lube. Keith rubbed the wet head over Ville's hole before shoving in with no warning.
The ear-piercing screams could be heard next door and that eventually led to Keith and Alana moving them to West Chester.~
Ville blinked his eyes, swallowing as he remembered where he was. He stared at the bubble surrounding him and sighed, his eyes closing as the bubbles gathered in his hair and floated around him.
Mige looked over at him and smiled. He brought his camera to his eye and snapped some quick photo's. He grinned when Ville eyes him curiously. "That's adorable...the bubbles are in love with you."
Ville gave him a shy smile, his cheek dusting. He shook his curls, the bubbles finally floating off.
Linde and Mige chuckled and began to bring up a conversation with the other Finn. It was going well until someone decided to interrupt.
"Yo, Minge," Bam mumbled, tapping Mige lightly on the back of the head. He was pointedly avoiding Ville's gaze, "I need to talk to you."
"My name is Mige, shit-stain." but he stood anyway. Something in Bam's tone suggested that this was important. They walked a few feet away and Mige stared at the smaller boy expectantly.
"...I think Ville's getting hit on, dude." Bam's bright blue eyes were shifty.
Mige sighed, "He's an attractive boy, Bam. Of course he's getting hit on."
"No, no, idiot!" Bam gripped Mige's shoulders, "I've got his gym class, man...and in the showers..." Bam swallowed nervously.
"He was the last one in them...and stupid Dunn left his shirt so he made me go back in there and get it an I peeked at Ville as he was showering-"
"You what?!" Mige grabbed Bam's collar, "Pervert!"
"Who cares?!?" Bam yelled, "Mige...his back...it was...was..."
"Spit it out, Margera."
"...His back was fucking torn. Bruises, marks, scratches...and his side, man. There was a large scar on his side. It didn't look normal, man. Something..something is wrong."
They stared at each other before turning over to the beautiful Finn.
Ville was staring at the sky, his face serene.
He had a perfect mask.
Only his eyes were always sad.
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Don't you just want to KILL that fucker? XD.
THANKS FOR THE LOVE.